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  • The Taming of The Shrub

    Scene I Shrub: Oh vile day! Befouled by mine enemy, and that of my father. He that seeketh to divide ...

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The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening